Author: Chippewa Livingston
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Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorised Genetic Experiment: The Solution (Host)
I'd make a decision and he'd back me. As much as it sounded like some noble speech he'd rehearsed in the bathroom mirror, I knew that wasn't the case.
It was just the truth, plain and simple. That was how we worked, how we'd always worked. He was always there behind me ready to do whatever it took to complete the objective. I set the scene, he pulled the trigger. The two of us were perfectly compatible. Something the veteran soldier who'd run our lives for two decades didn't miss.
We were thrown together in drills one day against our will. The things we went through… you don't survive that kind of thing with someone else and not develop some kind of trust, however twisted it may be. From then on we were the dream team. Give us a mark and he was as good as dead. It might take a day, or a week or months but the man would soon be feeding the worms.
So what had happened to us?
A plethora of sound mapped the blackened city around us. It was never quiet here. At first, every sound had been a threat to me. They were the sounds of Humvees pulling up or distant helicopter blades. But I was getting used to it. Sometimes I even caught the homey sound of gunfire from a mugging.
Right now the sounds were pressing in on me. Screaming that I would be spending the rest of my life with the cats and drunks. Then a high wailing split the air, shrill enough to irritate even human ears.
A baby.
Either it covered every other sound or I'd suddenly become deaf to them. Everyone I'd grown up with was a guinea pig; there was no question about that. I was a whole new breed of guinea pig though. They made me just to see what Mother Nature's take would be on their little projects. I'd been told from birth that while I could play soldier with the others, my real purpose was to be mommy to a new set of guinea pigs.
They'd told me about everything that goes along with pregnancy. They'd eventually realized what a formidable weapon they'd inadvertently created and told me how to wrap males around my finger… then snap their necks.
Somehow they forgot to tell me that I'd give a damn about a kid.
"I have to stay." I said into the dark.
"Alright then." His hands wrapped around my waist in wordless confirmation that he was staying too. Nature couldn't make hands so more perfect than his for firing a gun. They were attached to the last face anyone would expect to peer through gun sights. Hazel eyes, dark hair and the smile of the boy next-door. A smile he could flash in one heart beat and kill you in the next.
That was then, though, because somewhere along the line we figured out just how compatible we were.
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorised Genetic Experiment: The Solution (Host)
I'd make a decision and he'd back me. As much as it sounded like some noble speech he'd rehearsed in the bathroom mirror, I knew that wasn't the case.
It was just the truth, plain and simple. That was how we worked, how we'd always worked. He was always there behind me ready to do whatever it took to complete the objective. I set the scene, he pulled the trigger. The two of us were perfectly compatible. Something the veteran soldier who'd run our lives for two decades didn't miss.
We were thrown together in drills one day against our will. The things we went through… you don't survive that kind of thing with someone else and not develop some kind of trust, however twisted it may be. From then on we were the dream team. Give us a mark and he was as good as dead. It might take a day, or a week or months but the man would soon be feeding the worms.
So what had happened to us?
A plethora of sound mapped the blackened city around us. It was never quiet here. At first, every sound had been a threat to me. They were the sounds of Humvees pulling up or distant helicopter blades. But I was getting used to it. Sometimes I even caught the homey sound of gunfire from a mugging.
Right now the sounds were pressing in on me. Screaming that I would be spending the rest of my life with the cats and drunks. Then a high wailing split the air, shrill enough to irritate even human ears.
A baby.
Either it covered every other sound or I'd suddenly become deaf to them. Everyone I'd grown up with was a guinea pig; there was no question about that. I was a whole new breed of guinea pig though. They made me just to see what Mother Nature's take would be on their little projects. I'd been told from birth that while I could play soldier with the others, my real purpose was to be mommy to a new set of guinea pigs.
They'd told me about everything that goes along with pregnancy. They'd eventually realized what a formidable weapon they'd inadvertently created and told me how to wrap males around my finger… then snap their necks.
Somehow they forgot to tell me that I'd give a damn about a kid.
"I have to stay." I said into the dark.
"Alright then." His hands wrapped around my waist in wordless confirmation that he was staying too. Nature couldn't make hands so more perfect than his for firing a gun. They were attached to the last face anyone would expect to peer through gun sights. Hazel eyes, dark hair and the smile of the boy next-door. A smile he could flash in one heart beat and kill you in the next.
That was then, though, because somewhere along the line we figured out just how compatible we were.